What was found: creaking hinges, unoiled for decades, on trunks dragged in by unseen porters; the musty, dull odor of crudely ripped tickets to concession stands; the sharp convex curves of a rhinoceros horn, shaved at the base with the name Plunder etched into the ivory; the sickly pink sheen of a baby pig fetus, labeled "Fat Punk" on the dusty, large jar containing its soft mounds; yellowed, crumbling advertisements hand-painted to draw the eye to bearded women and cooch tents; a flurry of beating wings courtesy of gray, miniscule moths clamoring for egress from folded jackets rimmed with gold trim and iron rivets.
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